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"Do you really care?" Tatum replied quickly, mischievious grin crossing over her face. She didn't let go of Frankie's hands, fearing she might fall if she did. It seemed then, her girlfriend was the only thing holding her up. It was warm, and her legs felt too shaky for all of this moving around, but standing up was worse.
She stopped when the backs of her legs hit something, almost making her stumble, and getting a laugh out of her. "Fuck," she breathed again, still laughing. With a glance behind her, confirming it was a safe place to sit, she did just that; flopping down unceremoniously onto the bed of whomever owned the room, and pulling Frankie with her, laughing all the while.
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